Page 22 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

DAVID

I had an entire plan for the first couple of dates. To show Avril that I was serious, I was going to take my time, letting her feel secure. This was too important for me to rush, not when I was playing for keeps.

But hearing her soft moans, watching her heavy-lidded eyes practically rolling into the back of her head from the pleasure that I had given her… it was enough to drive a man mad.

While Avril was writhing against my hard-on like a goddess who deigned to come down to the earth, blessing me with the prettiest, silkiest pussy that I had ever felt—I saw my plan come apart harder than Avril coming in my arms.

I wasn’t going to make it three dates—I could barely keep myself from sinking into this woman out in public—in front of the entire world… because nothing says that you are serious about a woman more than getting charged for public indecency on a second date.

There was something about Avril that drove me crazy—that turned all of my restraint to dust. I felt about as in control of myself as a drunken moth feels, flitting about in front of a bug zapper in the night.

I was starving, and she was the world’s juiciest cut of wagyu sirloin…

my oasis and my salvation when— without her, my life was wandering around in the desert. I more than wanted her; I needed her.

Avril was fucking gorgeous.

Her body was lithe, with her trim little waist and those tantalizing curves—everything that I had ever wanted. And how I wanted. I don’t think that I had ever seen a girl who made me feel like I was losing my damn fucking mind like Avril.

Fuck.

I didn’t realize that I had a type until I saw Avril and everything clicked.

She was my type. She was the most fucking beautiful specimen of a human being that I had ever fucking seen.

Avril had the kind of beauty that got in-your-face aggressive with you.

She had the kind of beauty that stalked you in the night with a baseball bat and pummeled you with it until your brain was mush—mind filled with nothing but her long lashes, her full lips, and the warmth in her eyes as she smirked saying something ridiculous for the sheer joy of saying something ridiculous.

I never would have believed for a single moment that soulmates were even remotely a possibility.

Until I met her.

It didn’t matter what I thought about soulmates. Mine had already found me, and there was nothing that I could do to change it—not that I’d want to.

Every muscle in my body was tense with the need to claim her—I had to possess her. What was it about this girl that I just couldn’t get out of my head?

She was the best kind of addiction.

She was the woman my soul craved, while my body ached for. I don’t know how to explain it, but the truth was singing in my bones and roaring in my blood—she was the one for me, and I didn’t want to spend one more moment pretending otherwise.

Looking at her made my body feel hot, and if I didn’t make a move to have her, I was going to burn up until there was nothing left of me but a charred and hollowed-out husk.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. If she said no, I’d probably die or something.

Avril’s eyes closed to half-mast. She was the cat who got the cream—and the canary. And every other little fucking thing that she wanted, with that fucking wonderful pussy… her soft skin and her sweet moans… the sweat dripping off her forehead sliding a lazy trail down her cheek…

Fuck.

How was I going to survive the ride around the Ferris wheel without taking her for the first time in this grimy little gondola?

Avril looked so relaxed, so composed as she looked into my eyes and whispered. “As if I hadn’t spent the last twenty minutes plotting out ways to seduce you. For the love of God, please— please take me home and fuck me until I can’t stand.”

I ran off with Avril like a caveman, horny out of my mind and there were definitely some minor traffic laws violated… It might have been a blur getting her here, but now I had her laid out on my crisp cotton sheets.

The moment I saw her there—it was like she belonged.

Avril’s skin felt like silk, softer than the most delicate flower petal.

I had been stupid this entire time—stupid not to go after this woman.

Every single time I listened to societal expectations about what it was supposed to look like when I fell in love…

every time that I had listed out excuses why I should hold myself back from having the girl I desperately wanted—I was the world’s biggest dumbass.

I tore off her pretty little sundress, jerking her bra up and her underwear down. Avril’s pussy was pretty and red… swollen with her desire for me. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and I could see how her wetness coated her pretty pussy lips… so much that she was dripping onto my crisp cotton sheets.

Goddamn.

So fucking glorious.

I licked a hot strip along her cunt, and the flavor of raw pussy burst across my tastebuds. I buried my tongue inside of her—fucking her with it.

Avril shrieked, clutching my sheets in a white-knuckled grip, grinding her hips into my face like she couldn’t get enough.

My girl was either super responsive, or nobody had ever done this for her before.

Good.

I was about to make her come hard enough to erase the touch of any man that came before until the only pleasure she knew came from me. I wanted to consume every inch of her shuddering bliss. I needed to feel her come apart on my tongue and my fingers and my painfully throbbing cock.

Avril was arching her back, whimpering helplessly like she couldn’t take it anymore—so I pressed my thumb to her clit, swirling around in circular patterns to make her lose her mind.

Her cries became sharper and higher-pitched.

With each stroke of my thumb, she became more and more desperate for me.

Her eyes clenched shut, like she was just on the brink and needed just a little push to get over.

Taking mercy on her, I reached up and suddenly pinched her clit sharply.

She broke apart instantly as she came shrieking my name. The walls of her pussy spasmed all around my tongue, clenching down on me rhythmically and deliciously. Keeping gentle pressure on her, I tried to make the pleasure last for her as long as possible.

She was panting, her glorious tits rising and falling dramatically as she caught her breath. Avril was staring up at me with her eyes heavy-lidded, still under the fog of her orgasm, watching me like I had hung the moon and parted the seas—like I’d rocked her whole world.

God—I had to fuck her. She was hot as sin, naked and ready for me. Though I’d made every mistake with her, and did nothing to deserve this, I prayed to every deity, promising them everything if I could just have her.

I lined my cock up with her entrance, looking up into Avril’s gorgeous eyes to make sure that she was okay with this.

“Please,” Avril moaned when she saw me positioned between her thighs, not taking that final step. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

The sound of Avril begging for me was the sweetest music I’d ever heard.